Tomie Mari
New Here
Hi everyone, my name is Tomie. I have lived with PTSD for as long as I can remember and perhaps even longer, because I can't remember. I have dissociative amnesia, like many of you I have so much difficulty remembering the simplest things and therefore appear sloppy&uncoordinated! lol. I believe that I am an intelligent person, as hoaky as that may sound I believe in myself.
I am here because I am at a great turning point in my life: doing well in college, have my family near, a wonderful fiance. However I have adjustment issues and I'm feeling pretty insecure about the future. There are many stressors contributing to this insecurity: looking out for my younger brother, my mother's health, where I will live when I transfer to a new university, and my finace's plans as well as the everyday concerns of life.
Needless to say, I am the product of a broken home. My assailant was my older brother, who is 7 years my senior. I was only 11. I feel some feelings of abandonment by my older sister--after all, if I was under her care, I would never have suffered. My father didn't believe me; my mother wept in anguish. To this day, I refuse to discuss this with my father--the feeling is mutual.
I am currently undecided upon my life's path, but of several things I am certain: I am a tomboy, musician, college student, half-Japanese American who also happens to be a writer and poet (if there are such things anymore) and I long to be successful and happy. I want to find the strength to stand and tell my unique story. The strength to stand for those who cannot.
I am here because I am at a great turning point in my life: doing well in college, have my family near, a wonderful fiance. However I have adjustment issues and I'm feeling pretty insecure about the future. There are many stressors contributing to this insecurity: looking out for my younger brother, my mother's health, where I will live when I transfer to a new university, and my finace's plans as well as the everyday concerns of life.
Needless to say, I am the product of a broken home. My assailant was my older brother, who is 7 years my senior. I was only 11. I feel some feelings of abandonment by my older sister--after all, if I was under her care, I would never have suffered. My father didn't believe me; my mother wept in anguish. To this day, I refuse to discuss this with my father--the feeling is mutual.
I am currently undecided upon my life's path, but of several things I am certain: I am a tomboy, musician, college student, half-Japanese American who also happens to be a writer and poet (if there are such things anymore) and I long to be successful and happy. I want to find the strength to stand and tell my unique story. The strength to stand for those who cannot.
